The ultimate rainbow burst out of the shattered sky, Priest swung his stick to stop it, but it was too late.
At the moment when Baimang collided with the aurora, a huge shock wave swept across the ground. He was old and weak, and experienced the aging of the evening wind. For the first time, the corner of the king's mouth was shed by the frontal blow of Astrid. Blood, but even so Priest still stood firm.
The black-robed old man raised his head and looked at the broken sky and the black-haired boy. He finally understood what the weird aura he had when he first stepped into the barrier, but after a while, the old man shook his head at Roya.
"So, use that aging wind to force me to break the barrier? Hehe, it is indeed a perfect strategy. I have no other choice in it, but boy, do you think you have succeeded?"
Priest's renewed ray of light stared at the cracks in the dream that was gradually recovering, and his smile was mixed with an angry hiss:
"No, it's just that she can't return from the dream at this level. The blow just now is probably the limit, but it's useless. She can't kill me!"
The roaring King of Spell King's long stick touched the ground, and three shadows appeared at his feet, and then his body emitted light again, dispelling the surrounding dusky haze currents.
"This is an ancient spell inherited from the ancient kingdom of shadows. Except for the windcaller's ability, no means can kill me without triggering it. I still have three chances, and your price is probably already Here it is."
"... Indeed."
In the fierce battle, the black-haired young man who had almost exhausted his curse power nodded and answered, but there was no hopelessness on his face that the old man wanted to see. Roja looked at Priest with a smile on his face. Repeat the previous words.
"But I have already said it, Spell King, you have already lost, but it is not me who lost it, but our clan.
"Our clan, but there is one more person."
The moment Roya's voice fell to the ground, the black-haired girl suddenly appeared beside the boy. Lilian, who came from afar, glanced at the old man in front of him, and then stretched out her hand to the boy.
The interlocking hands acted as a bridge. In just a moment, a fierce resonance appeared between the two of them. At the same time, a drop of blood wrapped in rainbow light appeared in front of Lilian. He hesitantly swallowed it into the body.
It was the blood of the ancestors that Estherid sent across the dreamland under the path opened by the terrible enemy, and the blood of the dream monster, the most difficult creature in the world to exert influence. With it as a medium, there is only one night of miracles. Since then it was born.
The glittering wings stretched out from behind, and the small ears became slightly sharper. With the change of temperament, the already beautiful face exuded a dreamlike charm. Under the colorful light, using blood as the medium, Lilian realized Demonized for a short period of time, and at the same moment, the skills bestowed by the witch followed.
[Altacia's call]
When the light of the skill touched Lilian, the black and red curse lines spread to the outside world like lightning. After thousands of years, the holder of the [Crown] finally pursued it and delivered it to the witch's royal court. An invitation letter was issued.
"It's time to take the stage, Your Majesty."
Under the tumbling black clouds covering the sky, the young and young people invited by the twinkling golden pupils, the next moment the black mist-like curse power quickly wrapped Lilian, and when it spread again, the black-haired queen had turned into the white-haired witch king.
After countless years, Altacia returned to the world, showing a moving smile to the young man holding hands.
"Master Hero is really cunning, with so tightly clasped hands, I can't bear to think of it."
In the pleasant chuckle, light flashed in the pupils of the white-haired witch Akane who was floating in the air, the next moment the world freezes, and then begins to roll back.
In Priest’s eruption, the broken ground began to return to its original appearance, and the collapsed buildings were re-elevated. The sand and smoke disappeared completely. At this moment, the world was like Altasia’s toy, when she fell on the ground. , Everything that meets her needs to be solemn and gorgeous.
"This is!"
Witnessing this incomprehensible miracle, the old man in the black robe opened his eyes in disbelief. At the moment Altacia appeared, Priest once again experienced an emotion after hundreds of years.
fear.
The witch is a race born in the shadow of Shia in the legend. It is extremely dangerous and incomprehensible. Existence is a punished person who is feared by all things in the world. It is also the most difficult object in ancient existence to touch and contemplate.
"The Holy Tree!"
Perceiving the unimaginable danger, Priest immediately understood the current situation. The signs of death that were oppressing the nerves made him decisively choose to preemptively. In the shout, the old man's seven orifices gushed out blood, and the huge price turned into strength, with all his strength. Motivates the absolute defense brought by the bloodline.
The holy giant tree rose from the ground in an instant, and the luminous elves resonated together. An altar was raised where Priest was, and the ancient gods resting in the holy tree awakened one by one to provide him with shelter.
Under the divine light, the old King of Cursing Rod pointed forward, launching the craziest attack in his life under the pressure of fear.
Poured with boiling blood, embellished with white bones, with the branches of the sacred tree as the sword body, the sword of the king that killed the gods was born since then, looking at the brilliant and flawless holy sword under the divine light, the flesh and blood is exhausted and lost. Excited red tide appeared on the face of the old man with one arm.
This is the miracle that Priest surpassed himself in a critical moment and was born with the body of the king of the human race as a medium and combined with the tree of holy gods. When it was completed, the twelve ancient gods and ghosts on the altar blessed him. Since then, the sword has released infinite brilliance.
Can win.
When the Sacred Tree Sword was born, Priest determined the outcome of the battle. He could feel that it was an unrivaled power, and he also obtained this power by accident. No one can stop.
"I don't know what kind of existence you have summoned, but the ending will not change, just disappear."
The old man in the black robe dropped the long staff and held the glorious holy sword with his only arm. The moment he held the hilt, Priest's body radiated a great light. Under the blessing of the gods, the years were short. The old man turned into a handsome young man. He swung down his long sword, as if the tide of light that could be cut by time rushed out.
The rotating particles of light attacked the black-haired boy and the white-haired witch, but under the brilliance, Altacia was completely unmoved. The witch king stared at the floating stardust with happy eyes, as if Watch a gorgeous show.
"It's so beautiful, my hero."
"Indeed, but not defensive?"
"It's okay, have you forgotten me? What kind of witch I am."
"!"
Staring at the black-haired boy who seemed to be thinking of something, Altacia curled up her mouth and showed a happy smile, and the next moment a lot of phantoms appeared where the two of them were.
Palaces and high towers, forested stone pillars and monuments of Saint White, deafening cheers and slaying crowds flashed one by one, and finally turned into a soldier holding a shield and stepped forward in front of the two of them. The moment the shield was raised, it was huge. The phantom shadow shrouded in the sky, the red flame pupil emerged from the front, and the curse that swallowed everything was spreading and spreading into a barrier of guardianship, firmly withstanding the brilliance of the holy sword.
"boom!"
In the fierce roar, the white-haired witch was like a girl watching the fireworks. She happily stretched out her finger to explain to the boy:
"That is the fallen first-generation flame goddess. It is a symbol of the destruction that burned the forest of life. The cursed shield made of her eye pupils and the weapon born from the sacred branch that absorbed the water of the god lake can be said to be a weapon. It's an opposite existence, yes, it's a contradiction."
"Anything that has contradictions is impossible to harm me, and these violators will eventually come to an end."
"!"
The young man who heard these words stared at the front and widened his eyes, while Altacia looked at the distant giant tree, the young man who was roaring but still unable to repel the flames with his proud holy sword.
"Is it a traitor to the race? This is really what I hate the most, and it's a heinous villain who dares to hurt the hero, but it doesn't matter..."
The witch squinted her eyes, Akane's pupils were cold as frost, she waved her hand gently, as if sweeping away the filthy gods, and like the queen giving the verdict, and faintly said the words of the end.
"You can atone for your sins in this original fire of karma."
In the voice, a huge wave of flames rushed to the island-like paradise and swallowed everything.